I once knew a guy married to a Swedish woman. His favourite meat that she would cook him came from a Swedish deli and it was called something like (I don't remember the exact word) 'herstshrift'. He spoke a little Swedish, naturally, and the literal translation of the word was 'horse meat'.

He told us that one day he asked her, 'So, what does herstshrift actually mean?' 'It means "horse meat".' she replied, with an odd look. 'Yes, I know it means horse meat, but why do they call it that?' 'Because it means horse meat.' 'Yes, yes, look, I know that herstshrift means horse meat, but what I want to know is, why do they call it horse meat?' 'Because they take a horse, kill it, chop it up, and then I cook it for you. It's horse meat.' 'Bbbbbut I LIKE horses!' 'Yes, I know, it's your favourite meat.'

She really didn't get that he was horrified once he found out.

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In the early 80's a story went round my school that a local takeaway was using horsemeat in burgers. It was just something to talk about when eating the burgers. I assumed it was true at the time without any question.

Talking of burger joints and unusual ingredient, there was the story about some lads turning up at the local burger bar at a particularly busy time with a couple of road kill opposums which they slapped onto the counter and said "That's the last ones we're delivering until you pay us for the last lot we supplied to you".

Most interesting location I've had for the server rack was in an abattoir.

If you were in the back of the rack you'd be leaning on this pane of perspex and directly behind that animals were landing after being electric shocked a level up. Whereupon they'd get promptly get their throat slit...

It was quite unnerving to sit there and have this loud and constant *thump... thump... thump...* happening behind you.